Liu Yiru moaned absentmindedly, the boundless pleasure overwhelming her.
Her son's thick, scorching penis continuously thrust in and out of her tender pussy, bringing forth copious amounts of nectar that soaked the bedsheet beneath them. Yet, the mother and son, immersed in their lustful sea, were oblivious to it all, only aware of repeating the most ancient of acts.
Liu Yiru's jade legs were entwined around her son's waist, her waist gently twisting and her hips lifting in rhythm with Ye Fei's thrusts, "Oh... ah... so good... so deep..."
Liu Yiru tightly embraced Ye Fei from below. Ye Fei felt as if his penis was submerged in a hot spring, tightly encased by soft, wet flesh, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Liu Yiru panted fervently into her son's ear, lifting her head to seal his lips with her fragrant kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth. Her legs clung to his waist, her plump buttocks swaying incessantly.
